Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-03-03

the stoye in hospitable way.
Il hev to be dIetful ceremonioas
with the Leftons,' said Mrs. Fuller ;
but can do most as | please with
you, Mrs. Jones y
And as Mrs. Jones slipped her cup of
tea, and crumbled delicious home
made bread into her bowl of milk, she
could hear an animated conversation
going on in the kitchen beyond, be-
tween the old lady and her son.
It's all nonsense, Henry y said Mrs
Fuller, who, being little deaf, did not
always consider how loud she spoke.
'What you to give up your room, and
go out to the barn chamber Hoity-
toity Amt the kitchen bedroom
good enough for dressmaker p
Hush, mother She is a real lady,
tell you,' responded Harry.
'Fiddlesticks ! said Mrs. Fuller.
And am sure the kitchen bedroom
wouldn't suit her. pursued Harry.
Mother, it is too small and too warm.
And il you will fix up mine for her, |
would just as soon sleep in the barn
these sultry nights
'Oh, pshaw = said Mrs. Fuller.
'Dressmakers hadn't ought to give
themselves airs. And Mrs. Lefton was
dreadful annoyed when she heard | was
going to take a working-w woman in to
board. She wouldn't ha' come if sh I'D
ha' knowed it, she said.'
Then | should adyise her to stay
away observed Harry Fuller, with
some emphasis. But you will make
this arrangement, mother, won't you :?
To please me =
And he took up the empty milking
pail and went out.
Mrs. John Jones smiled to herself.
so have a champion already p she
thought.
Harry Fuller's vacted room, albeit it
was in the high peak of the roof, was
great improvement on the hot little hole
over the kitchen which had been in :
tended for the boarder.' 1t was large
and airy, and commanded fine view Of
the Sound, and there was snug little
corner closet for her dresses, and big,
old fashioned, claw-legged bureau for
her laces and collars.
Il don't think | could have been
more pleasantly accommodated at the
View HOTEL thought she.
Mrs Lefton, fat, purple-faced wo-
man in a rsinbow-tinted grenadine
gown, and diamond rings up to the
knuckles of her pudgy hands, turned
up her hose immensly at the new
boarder.
It's very unfortunate that woman
coming here just now,' she said. 'Lef.
ton is so particular about the folk that
l associate with. But perhaps since it
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to alter oyer Marietta's black tissue
dress that the French madam spelled.
I'd be willing to pay her half price for
helping me-
Mrs. Jones, however, gently declined
Mrs. Lefton's patronizing offer.
Il am here for rest and recreation,
not for work. she said. Il have Par.
lsian pattern which l will willingly
lend yon but for the rest | must beg
to be excLsed.'
Stuck up thing = said Mrs. Lefto n.
She can go walking with the childr en-,
Mrs. Fuller, and hunt for maiden hair
ferns with your Harry half the day, but
she can't go to work to earn stray
penny. I've no patience with such
upstarts that are above their business
She seems very ladylike,' said old
Mrs. Fuller.
it's because she copies the airs and
graces of fine folks that come in to be
fitted at her Missus' place. said Mrs.
Lefton, violently tanning herself.
Even while this vehement CO lloquy
was going on at the house, Olivia Jones
was sitting on fallen log in the black
berry pasture. with Harry Fuller lean
ing with folded arms against thorn
apple tree close behind her.
But really meant it, Mrs. JONES'
said he earnestly.
That's all nonsense said the wild
ow, half-smiling. How can you mean
it, when you have only known me for
ten days p
"A week or a month can make no
difference to me, persisted he. Il love
you, Mrs Jones. l can't bear to see
you ground down and insulted by wo-
men like that Mrs. Lcfton. Pm only
farmer, I know, but I've half share
in this place, with all it's surrounding
land, and the saw-mill on Gilead River;
and if you'll trust yourself to me, you
shall never know what want or trouble
is. Mrs. Jones es-Olivia-won't you
give me word of hope p
Would you marry-a mere dressma-
ker p
Il would marry Won. Olivia in a see-